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The following is excerpted from Raunch, Boyd McDonald's 11th
volume of true sex histories, published by Fidelity Publishing,
publishers of The Guide. For more information about Boyd
McDonald, visit The Guide Online at http://www.guidemag.com
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PRODIGY RECALLS CREAMY BOYHOOD
FLORIDA-- Just started reading your book Wads but I had to
stop because the thought of writing about my experiences
thrilled me.
I have decided to write my sexual history, short as it is at age
23, and hope that you will use it in some future book.
I was about seven when I was introduced to the joys of another's
cock. My brother's best friend, who was about 12 or 13,
seduced me in his bedroom. Looking back now, I realize that he
must have been very well developed for his age, for not only did
he sport a full mound of hair but he also had a huge dick that
came in loads.
The routine we followed that first time was to become the
pattern we used for the next three or four years. Skip would
pretend to be sick and I was to nurse him back to health. A bed
bath, using a dry washcloth, was the first order of business. I
would first "clean" his face, then his chest, and gradually work
down to his cock, which, by that time, was stiff.
Eventually, I would drop the cloth and massage his dick with my
bare hands. It was at this point that our routine changed from
time to time. Usually I would continue rubbing his cock between
my palms and watch his cum make its way from inside him to
the skin on his chest and stomach. Sometimes, however, I would
be so kind as to jam his dick into my mouth when he was on the
verge of coming. The first time I did this I got sick but I learned
to improve with practice.
After he came, he would reciprocate in the same manner. If I
jacked him off he would jack me off. If I sucked him he would
suck me.
Of course, he had no difficulty getting my entire cock into his
mouth because mine was so small at that age. Neither did he
have to swallow cum, for I was not yet cum-able.
Once he let me butt-fuck him but he never tried it on me
because he knew his dick, at least six inches, was much too
large for my small butt hole.
Skip and I kept at this routine at least once every week, but in
the three or four years we were at it I became involved with a
couple of brothers. Dominick and Vincent moved into the house
behind mine when I was about eight. Dominick was nine and
Vincent was six. We all became very good friends right away
and our sexual games began not long after we met.
It's hard to recall exactly how we got started in those games,
but I'm sure it followed the same path as every young boy that
age. Before too long Dominick and I were feeling each other's
cocks, jacking each other off, and sucking each other.
Sometimes we even butt-fucked each other. As an Italian,
Dominick was hung pretty well, so whenever he pushed himself
in my ass the pain was unbearable, but still we tried.
At first we kept Vincent out of our games and never even
suggested to him what we were doing. Then he saw us one day
while we were 69ing each other. After Dominick and I
climaxed, we looked up and saw Vincent with his hard dick in
his hand. We then knew he would be a willing participant in our
games. What we didn't know, however, is how skilled he would
be in the use of his body. He gave better sucks and better butt-
fucks, either as fucker or fuckee, than Dominick or me. From
the moment Vincent became a member of our games he was
usually the one to initiate the activity and usually the one who
decided what the agenda would be.
Dominick, Vincent, and Skip and I, kept these sexual
explorations up until I was 11. Dominick and Vincent never
knew about Skip and me, and Skip never knew about Dominick,
Vincent, and me. I kept it this way on purpose.
At 11, I was sent to a Catholic boarding school for boys because
my mother, who was divorced, thought I needed some male
influence. To this day she doesn't know how much male
influence I got. Eleven years old, in the 6th grade, and away
from home for the first time-- boy was I scared.
Mark, a boy I met on my first day at boarding school, was also
scared. We became good friends immediately and we clung to
each other the first three months.
After that time we both met new friends and both of us let go of
each other for awhile. Throughout the 6th grade, my first of
three years at the boarding school, nothing sexual passed
between me and Mark or me and anyone.
It was then that I learned of the pleasure of jacking off in the
shower. While in the shower one night before our bedtime, I
began to think of Dominick and Vincent. All of a sudden I
realized my little cock was rock hard. I began to play with it
and this developed into rhythmic strokes. Within minutes I was
climaxing and my body was jerking around as a sign of orgasm.
I continued this the entire year, and once or twice jerked off in
bed. The pleasure was fantastic. The whole while I was involved
with Dominick, Vincent, and Skip, I never thought about
jerking myself off. What a treat! But that was the only treat I
had the entire 6th grade.
Seventh grade at boarding school was another story. I started
out as I had ended the 6th grade: jacking off in the shower. Mark
and I were still good buddies but we were not engaged in any
sort of sexual games like I had been used to. Even in the summer
I was only afforded self-gratification, for we had moved away
from Dominick, Vincent, and Skip. The first months of the 7th
grade were also confined to jacking off. The only difference was
that I had brought it out of the shower into a circle-jerk
atmosphere. Sitting on the stoop behind the wood shed one day,
Mark and I were talking about nothing in particular when I told
him what I had been doing in the shower and asked if he had ever
done it. He said he had and that he had also done it in his bed at
night. Just talking about it was giving me a hard on and I told
Mark that mine was stiff now. He said his was too and we decided
to jack off then and there. We whipped our small cocks out and
began the rhythmic strokes.
This time, however, the pleasure was greater than before. Even
though we didn't touch each other's dicks, the sight of another
boy jacking off added immensely to the joy. Every day after
school Mark and I would hold our private circle-jerk.
In the meantime, I met two other boys who would add to my
satisfaction. Kevin was the same age as me, 12, and in the same
grade, but the first time I saw his dick I was shocked. Once
again behind the wood shed, the site of so many of my youthful
experiences. Kevin and I were talking and turned to the subject
of sex. Without going into the details of our conversation, I will
only say that the result was that we both pulled down our pants
to show each other our cocks. Both were at full mast. Mine was
still small and hairless. Kevin's was big and hairy.
I can't remember what possessed me, but all of a sudden I was
on my knees and Kevin's cock filled my mouth. I jacked myself
off while I sucked him. We both climaxed at the same time. He,
however, came all over and I tried to swallow every drop, but
his orgasm was so great that his dick pulled out of my mouth.
Kevin pulled on his dick a few more times after it came out of
my mouth. He milked the last drop of cum from it.
Kevin and I met many more times throughout the year but he
never so much as touched my cock. Often I would end up jacking
us both and I had to beg him to let me suck him, but he allowed
this only three or four more times. He seemed content to just
have a jerk off.
[The writer continues recounting his experiences at boarding
school. Editor]
The other boy I met that year was Tommy. Tommy was one of
the few boys who boarded during the week but went home every
weekend.
One weekend Tommy invited me to come home with him, and I
graciously accepted. Late Friday night after his parents had
gone to bed, we were lying so that his feet were at my chest and
mine were at his chest.
I asked him if he would like me to massage his feet and legs and
he said that he would.
I began at his feet and slowly worked up his leg. I went so far up
his legs that I was within millimeters of his balls. I could tell
that he was getting horny because his small dick made the cotton
of his shorts stick straight up.
Shortly after that we went to his bedroom and got in the
separate twin beds.
Not quite ready to sleep, we began to play "truth or dare."
Tommy dared me to suck his dick and he was surprised that I
accepted the dare. He removed his underpants as I got out of bed
and went over to him. By the time I reached his bed he was lying
at the foot of the bed with his legs off the end and his ass just on
the bed.
It was dark and I couldn't see anything. I felt his thighs with my
hands and then reached for the place where the thighs met. I felt
a hard cock and above it a small mound of hair.
Tommy moaned slightly at the feel of my hands on his dick and
then again when I removed my hands to pull down my
underpants. He moaned once again when my mouth covered his
wonderful cock. I sucked and sucked until I knew he had
climaxed, but there was no cum juice.
Still unsatisfied myself, I turned Tommy over, spread his ass,
spit on his hole, and pushed myself into it. After three or four
thrusts I climaxed, and again, no cum.
We spent the night in his bed feeling each other and sucking
each other. That weekend was the first of many.
Seventh grade was a prosperous year. Mark and I had our daily
circle jerks. Kevin and I had occasional meetings. And Tommy
and I had our many weekends of lovemaking.
By the end of the year I had begun to grow a little dick hair and
Tommy began to cum a little.
The summer after the 7th grade I also began to cum and by the
end of the summer I could cum as much as Kevin.
It was then I discovered the joy of cumming on myself and then
rubbing it all over my body.
My 8th-grade year was to be even more prosperous. The 8th
grade began much as the 7th had ended. Mark and I had our
circle-jerks, but now Mark had hair and was also cumming.
Kevin still would not touch my dick and Tommy and I had
lovemaking sessions almost every weekend.
This year I added one more boy to my list. Collin was in the 6th
grade and we met because we were both in the choir. Outside of
choir practice, the only time we really saw each other at first
was in the pool. Collin was very handsome and I knew he would
probably be a nice catch.
One day a bunch of us boys were playing tag in the pool. Collin
was also playing and I saw this as my chance to grab him--
literally. Whenever I was "it," I would go after Collin and tag
him on his dick right through his skin-tight bikini swim
trunks. By the time the game had ended his cock was stiff.
After the game had broken up, Collin and I went to a corner of
the pool and talked by ourselves. I told him I enjoyed tagging
him and he said he enjoyed it too.
Before too long we were in the pool locker room, in one of the
shower stalls. Assured we were alone, Collin and I pulled down
our swim suits to our ankles. Both our dicks were hard and
ready for action. I was amazed at how big Collin's was. It wasn't
as big as mine and he had no hair, but it was big for a 6th
grader.
I knelt before him and without hesitation took his dick into my
mouth. He climaxed without cumming, and I was excited as I
waited for him to suck me.
He managed to take all of it in his mouth. When he pulled back
so that only the head of my dick was in his mouth, he would put
his tongue in my piss-slit and it felt so good.
When I climaxed I came in his mouth and I was astonished that
he swallowed every drop.
Collin and I met regularly throughout the year. Mark, Kevin,
and Tommy and I also kept our routines. Among the four of
them, I was in heaven. But the 9th grade and after was
disastrous. Eighth grade was my last year at the boarding
school. I hated attending a regular Catholic school. The only
thing I looked forward to was the PE class because I could watch
all the other guys take showers. The ones I mostly watched were
the ones who were small, their cocks I mean, and had little or
no cock hair. At night I would jack off while fantasizing about
these cocks. But I never made any contacts with boys I could
have sex with.
I often thought of asking a girl out but I never did and never
have. The only reason I would want to go out with a girl would
be to have sex. But I resigned myself to being a cock watcher
and cock lover.
The only good thing about the 9th grade was that it gave me an
opportunity to get to know my step-brother, Frank, better. I
saw Frank almost every weekend when I went to my father's for
visitation. Soon Frank and I began to play sex games, and of
course this included butt-fucking, cocksucking, and mutual
masturbation.
Frank was much more developed than I was at 13. Even though
he was the same age as me, his dick was much larger and
hairier. His balls, too, were so large they hung well beneath his
cock.
I never was able to take his dick completely into my mouth and
the largeness of the dick stretched my tight asshole to an
unbearable level of pain. So Frank would be content to fuck me
between my thighs from the rear, but would let me fuck his
hole.
Although Frank satisfied my basic need for sex, I longed for
others. Unfortunately, it would be a long time before I would
have anyone but Frank.
It was in the 9th grade, at 13 years of age, that I began to hang
around public restrooms hoping to get a glimpse of some boy's
meat.
I was 15 by the time I started the 11th grade. All this time the
only actual sex I had was with Frank. I was still hanging around
restrooms and I had seen a lot of young cock in doing so. My
routine was to wait outside the restroom until I saw a boy go in.
I would follow him and stand next to him at the urinal unless he
went into the stall. I would pretend to piss but all the while I
kept watch on his lovely boyish cock. After he left, and if no one
else was there, I would jack off into the urinal.
For some reason in the middle of the 11th grade, Frank all of a
sudden decided to stop our sex activities. I was stunned and
didn't know what to do. He was my only outlet. I saw a chance for
some human contact when my next door neighbor asked if I
would babysit her son. But I was wrong.
My next conquest wouldn't be until I was 17.
I quit school half way through the 11th grade and got my GED. I
was 16 and the only job I could get was a bag-boy in the
grocery store.
Shortly after my 17th birthday my mother and I moved to
central Florida. Before we could move into our new house we
had to stay for a couple of weeks with a widow friend of ours and
her nine-year-old son, Mike. Mike and I shared a bed and
naturally I saw this as a great opportunity.
The first night we slept together I waited until I was sure Mike
was asleep. Then I played with his small cock through his
underpants and then slipped my hand under the elastic and felt
the smoothness of his dick.
I found out the next day that he was not asleep when I felt him
up, but he said he liked it.
The next night in bed he asked me how to make love to a girl.
Although I had never done such a thing I pretended to know. I
told him I couldn't tell him but that I would show him. He
agreed.
Explaining as I went along, I first took him in my arms. I gave
him a long kiss on the mouth, and our tongues met. I began to
feel his chest and then slowly moved my hands down to pull his
underpants off. Then I felt between his legs, and was happy to
find a hard, small, hairless dick.
I rubbed his cock for a couple of minutes and then I positioned
myself to take his dick into my mouth. I sucked until he
climaxed with jerking motions of his body.
I turned him onto his stomach and spread his ass cheeks and
licked his hole. Then I inserted a finger. He let out a slight moan
of pain. I knew he would be too tight-assed for my hard dick so I
placed myself between his legs and fucked just his ass cheeks. I
came on his back and some even spurted on his head. We cleaned
up and he said he now knew what to do and thanked me.
Mike and I never had sex again, at least not like that. But while
at his house I met a friend of his named Charles, and we became
good friends. About a month after we moved to our new town and
were settled into our new house, I invited Charles, who was
eight, to spend the night with me. I knew my mother would be
away. Charles and his parents agreed and it was set for the 28th
of December.
Charles arrived that night at about six in the evening. We began
to play with my race car set and then we watched a little
television. At about eight o'clock I said it was time to get ready
for bed and that we needed to take a shower.
We went into my master bedroom. In order to save time, I said,
we could take a shower together. Charles seemed thrilled.
We stripped and stared at each other for a minute. There I was
with my 17-year-old dick hanging below me. There Charles
stood with his small eight-year-old dick pointing straight out
in front.
We got in the shower and I said it would be fun to bathe one
another. Charles took the soap and began to wash my body. When
he got to my cock he only gave it one or two strokes, but I
noticed that he never took his eyes off my dick the whole time
we were in the shower.
It was my turn to bathe him. I quickly soaped up his shoulders,
arms, and trunk. When I reached his dick I rubbed it slowly
until it was hard. At the same time I was rubbing his ass and
asshole. He rinsed off while I was still holding onto him.
After the shower we dried off and tumbled on the bed. While we
were wrestling I grabbed his dick with my mouth. As his face
was just next to my own stiff rod, he did the same to me. He
removed his mouth from my cock after a couple of seconds but I
clung to his and sucked it to climax. After that we stayed nude
and wrestled and felt each other up the whole time.
From that night on Charles and I would feel each other up any
time we could be alone. We never sucked or showered together
again but feeling his small dick provided for hours of fantasies.
When I was 19 I moved back to south Florida by myself. The
last thing Charles, then ten years old, and I did was to feel each
other's cocks through our pants.
I moved back to central Florida when I was 21. Since that last
feel of Charles's cock I had not felt another. Instead I took to
collecting nudist magazines with naked boys and pictures of
naked boys from a company in Germany (not porn).
My cousin Jody, who is now 16 (I am now 23), and I became
close when he was 14 and I was 21. We have never had sex but
he has often made a point of it that I see him naked. I am almost
positive he would like to have sex with me. I masturbate while
fantasizing about Jody and his now large dick.
Like I said, I live in central Florida again and am now a college
senior. Since moving back here and starting college I have kept
in touch with Mike, the same Mike of my earlier experience,
and his mother. In fact we are good friends.
Two weeks ago I pretended that I was helping a friend of mine
who is a sociology major with his senior research project. I
asked Mike if he would be willing for me to ask him some
questions for a survey a friend was working on. The topic:
teenagers and sex.
Mike agreed to answer the survey so we picked a night for him
to come to my house when we would have some privacy. After
asking the questions I had made up, which ranged from his jack
off habits to his actual sex life, I said that in order to finish the
survey I needed to take his cock measurements both soft and
hard.
With some reservation, Mike removed his shorts. I measured
his soft tool, both the length and the circumference. Then it was
time to get hard. He said he couldn't so I graciously took his dick
in my hands and gently massaged it until it was stiff. He didn't
seem to mind; after all, it was in the interest of science.
After completing the measurements--four inches soft and six
inches hard, which isn't bad for a 16-year-old-- I took him
home and then jacked off when I returned.
Mike, in answering the "survey," expressed a desire to be
sucked and mentioned that he wouldn't mind if it was a girl or a
boy who did the sucking. I'm planning on getting us into a
situation where I can discreetly offer him my services.
I am thinking of using the "survey" on my cousin Jody to give
me an opportunity, in the interest of science, to see and feel his
dick. The last time I saw his cock he had just turned 16. Then he
had a partial mound of hair and his dick was bigger than mine,
yet it still had a nice youthful appearance. In about four months
he'll be 17 and I need to see and feel him and find out if his hair
has grown any.
Wish me luck.
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